2009/10/31
Halloween
O_more verse from the crazy .... (listening to another song...
So do I make then,all these machines, yours?
and you are your thoughts. you are there, your children, your ambitions,
2009/10/28
2009/10/25
So pretend a poet
u r n
telephone to my typewriter
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2009/10/21
cell
these brain cells stem the package of death. Open breath to break water. Spout the 'awesome' wheel of ____________ dharma ________ it's the pleasant version of returning. say the metamorphosis of the philosopher's soul______ 10,000 years as in Plato's ______where was that? _________in there somewhere the RePublic _________ along with , what was it? the Lydian mode_____________ keep it coming Plato ________we're working our reel to
reel seal on the pediment vowel of time's racket.
2009/10/19
in that town one over
2009/10/18
2009/10/17
doe s
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what death undoes does remakes makes . tenderness a coin tricking its pocket. wears the carrier . 's two cent ton. where where does it go?
we wish .... O but wishing's a tawdry plate
we'll ache with every ...
window
do her widow's weeds fare her long? how does
it go the'grave's a fine and
but none do there embrace'
but so the funeral meet
cld. encounter
its death
at the table
of
vise
&
revise
O loved one your double head
and legs
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Jean Paul Novalis 's Christ
2009/10/16
wave
and the first letters I wrote were breathed in your heart .
its hurting love around life-times . hold me in your successive arms
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year
yank the tear. tear the teardrop.
have you
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have you held your heart far enough?
the most of the work the mostest of the boastest is at the fictions these day.
So I say peach I mean cream. if thigh then its wet cunt lips. O that's a 'bad expression"
isnt it. Ah ~ but said with lovepassion cunt's the finest word'n the country.
O cunt of love and hands that eat the mouth of the cock.
Cunt ending conversation . Cunt starting the sweet verse of mouth past words.
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come with this moth
come with this O mathematician
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2009/10/14
Of the faded
reaching air and ground
its temple empty
glass filled
chair
2009/10/13
None's gonna find
No one's gonna find love looking in her shoe, nor her high heels.
no one's gonna find love looking like a two dollar bill, but th e rent
gets paid one way or the other
and the suds on the hope
and the boring repetition
and the waste of hate
and the boredom
the boredom
No we won't
of the start of real sharing and a possible spreading of wealth and a democracy for all, cld. and wld come of his
time in Office ___
Obama is Obuma. A bummer, a bad trip, A bum. the great compromiser.
No we don't 'buy' at all, and we don't 'buy' the yesman Obuma's
deceit ~ .
by the norwegian committee to give a real man of peace his due,
After, and Not before he has done his work.
by political interests, and this time its farcial nature is
evident to anyone who thinks about it.
Hypocrisy
Hippocrates
about the "wonderful" army put in place by the United States and its terrible effects on the lives of ordinary people:
Always always
the monstrosity of
war
its terrible
maws
destroying
everything and
everyone in its path
"Khan was serving as an artillery commander in the Afghan National Army away from his home in the eastern province of Khost on April 8, when U.S. forces came knocking. In a case of “wrong house,” they killed his 17-year-old daughter, Nadia, and his 15-year-old son, Aimal. They also killed his wife, a schoolteacher who taught villagers for free. They killed his brother and wounded another daughter.
"After she thought the dust had cleared, Khan’s cousin’s wife walked outside. She was nine-months pregnant. She took five shots to the stomach. Her fetus died, but she lived. She might have some thoughts on Obama as a man who “created a new climate,” as the Nobel committee claimed."
A prize to claim As the Trophy to Death ~
circumstance. the best one can do with the noble prize is to tak e it apart.
2009/10/11
criss crossing there
this this thiSAsbeen~many hsthis bee ~m n a
this
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love's busted pipe
this haswasaroundyerarss
handarounyerassaroundyer
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its terrible waster its terrible quarters
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cros
sing
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You have the cement against your ass crying your ass tears're beacon to gull. Fat as worn sugar. Not something nice and lyric but cut like grass stinked its 'high heaven' to fruition and |
each time you came more clearly . crossing the bird cage and it took 40 day and night moon for your soul to pass its hedge ridge.
you knew the five cent difference between cold heat light and knocking night. The russet face they spat at. The deformed legs four feet long, and yer shaky thighs, your skin, crusted like what? a disgusting thing? A creature called from river to night. Not bearing the tools of life but its mockery. deformity with your two headed grimace.
This way
vivace dimanche
depuis 07:00
Programme musical
Haydn : Les Londoniennes par Eugen Jochum (2ème partie)
Par Olivier Le Borgne
rediffusion du 24.11.06
*
09:00
Joseph Haydn
Symphonie n°102 en si bémol Majeur, Hob. I: 102 (Enregistré en octobre 1971)
Orchestre Philharmonique de Londres
Eugen Jochum, direction
réf : DG 474 366-2
et à...
09:26
Joseph Haydn
Symphonie n°88 en sol Majeur, Hob. I: 88 (Enregistré en octobre 1961 à Berlin)
Orchestre Philharmonique de Berlin
Eugen Jochum, direction
réf : DG 474 366-2
aujourd'hui
*
01:00 - Transition musicale
*
01:05 - Programme musical
My Tailor is Rich (3)
Par Olivier Le Borgne
*
04:00 - Programme musical
Autour de Louis Théodore Gouvy (2)
Par Robert Rudolf
*
07:00 - Programme musical
Haydn : Les Londoniennes par Eugen Jochum (2ème partie)
Par Olivier Le Borgne
*
10:00 - Programme musical
...comme une fleur (3)
Par Robert Rudolf
*
13:00 - Programme musical
Heinrich Marschner : Hans Heiling
Par Germain Trouvé
*
16:00 - Programme musical
Voyage au pays des mille lacs
Par Hélène Nicolai
*
19:00 - Programme musical
Terminer l'inachevé... (Le Coin du collectionneur 18)
Par François Hudry
*
22:00 - Programme musical
Schubert hier et aujourd'hui (2)
Par Benjamin Hertz
Radio France Vivace
2009/10/05
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how long before arms and chests breasts press
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2009/10/01
staff of life
_________________________ iDears were ?
not old bags following you down the lane
were dream buttocks
pining on their cope.
a sort of gulf along the hardpan
of the
walking
i'd hardly say it's enuff
t'say
It's hardly enuff
to say
say
I love you
now yr' gone
gone
an yr gone
yrgone
Lips me lie waked
(at)
(dawn)
at
(what 'they' call
night)
fer you
waitin'
Hardly enough
to do I love
love you
a space popped her eye open
And
her sandals woke under the bongos
her laughter
was the wealthy comin' round my face
lockin' up
at You
like a stage coach
stage coach
Only to Prompt your cries
your cries
cry
then
round
Holding
Whispering
you love
love
its not enuff
to break a poem
what poem?
got lost in the wifely air?
is that a verse or stanza in your hair?
come to me sandwich
I'll break your bread
She shouted
Love me
You love me
Love me
lustheap
in the carry-on angel of our love .
fray
what vanished _
'minor' poet
she cried
a wept volcano
over arms
skin smelt deep
of years
it was that way
it was that
way
had to be
haj
a pilgrimage of love
was that electronic aeon of her body
sick with the rue
of some sickness or too
but her dew
when I put myhand under it
was wet
moist
leaving me a chance to find space in her love
and her love
love
broken spoon
too soon to incarnate its milk ~
hardly enough
It's hardly enuff
to say
t' say
I love you
now yr' gone
gone
an yr gone
yr gone
Lips lied awake at night
fer you
waitin' fer you
Hardly enough
to do I love you
I love you
when a space popped her eye open
And
her sandals woke under the bongos
and her laughter
was the wealthy comin' around my face
looking up
at You
at You
Riding me
Riding me
like a stage coach
a stage coach
Only to Prompt your cries
your cries
cry
then
round me
Holding
Holdin'
Whispering
you love
love
its not enuff
to break a pome
what poem?
got lost in the wifely air?
is that a verse or stanza in your hair?
come to me sandwich
I will break your bread
She shouted
Love me
You love me
Love me
tangle lust heap
in the carry-on angel of our love .
what vanished in the wind _
? a goddess speaking to Aeneas
some
'minor' poet
she cried then
a wept volcano
over my arms
skin smelt deep
of years
it was that way
it was that
way
had to be
haj
a pilgrimage of love
electronic eon of her body
sick with the rue
of some sickness or too
but her dew
when I put myhand under it
was wet
moist
leaving me a chance to find space in her love
and her love
love
broken spoon
too soon to incarnate its milk ~